Wednesday, June 28, 2017

GRENFELL TOWER


GRENFELL TOWER


What we know so far.  


We can't tell 

the dead that

the fire was not

the reason for their death.

Now they are gone

the black tower 

stands for the living 

to view the shame.

The spark ignited

long before the inferno

stoked by the

political poker

in the cauldron

of austerity that

fanned the 

merciless flames.


Avie.



Tuesday, June 27, 2017

LIGHT YEARS


 LIGHT YEARS AND POLES APART.


I clocked the silver star

flying up the parade

you were on the phone 

looking all top notch 

talking to other planets.

Outside the Blue Bell cafe

your spaceship commander 

stopped at the road crossing 

my keys started to jingle 

shopping bag handles wired to my hands

cut through my fingers 

from the weight of milk.

At this moment in time

our universes collided

both of us

journeying into different galaxies.


Avie.









AWAKENING


     AWAKENING 


When the silver jingle

turns the cold steel and

breaks the silence 

with his naked hand

the fear is real

in the graveyard of light

as the trapeze killer

swings across 

the geometric snare

capturing the wings of

the silken dawn.


Avie.







EBIS


EBIS


The tail wings roar 

from here to 

worlds away

behind chained fences

a street away 

from Jehovah's place

half time oranges

four quarters full.


Avie.


Thursday, June 22, 2017

DELIBERATION


        DELIBERATION 


Change asked for Action

do you think 

they are talking about 

us again?


No I think they are talking 

about the three of us,

replied Solution.


So do we all agree on this?

asked Decision.

making impatient gestures towards the hands of the clock.


Yes unanimously

said Unison.


Then leave it with me 

said the Hard yards.


Avie.

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Friday, June 9, 2017

THE FURIES

THE FURIES



A David and Goliath battle

emerged without a sword to wield only words armoured the foot soldiers as kind weaponry to coax the feral force.


The perpetrator 

locked in defiant battle

cursed with a hot temper amongst the remnants of broken shell.


Inside the corrupted skull

rides a bolted creature

a Gladiator holds 

the reigns until it's

stamina is broken

and the child is tamed.


Avie.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

PAT LLANALIAN

PAT LLANALIAN.


When we visited you

I remember a

conversation in 

the car with my

Mother and Father.

I said this side of

the island seemed like

the end of the world 

we laughed at the irony 

about living in New Zealand.

In the bungalow 

You handed me 

a pair of powerful binoculars   you said if I followed the telegraph wires

as a guide to the end 

 I could see Brian working

on the Chapel roof and

Holyhead mountain

rising up into the icy sky.


The fields divided up by

grey stone walls and

driving along the narrow road a green double decker bus

as if mustering the sheep.


This morning 

my Mother called to say

that you had been

found dead in bed.

My Mother

always a stickler 

for morbid detail.

Your Welsh was kind and beautiful.


Avie.